Darkness around me
I feel a chill
The graves are open
My dream fulfilled
Select the finest parts
To create my God
I hack it up
And leave the mud

I will give it life
My God of thousand parts

Dead flesh architect
Infested with scars

Funerals I atend
To find the perfect dead
Searching through obituarys
Legs, arms, guts or a head

With love of my work
Details are essential
No room for errors
I'm creating God

Darkness around me
I feel a chill
The graves are open
My dream fulfilled
Select the finest parts
To create my God
I hack it up
And leave the mud

I will give it life
My God of thousand parts

Dead flesh architect
Infested with scars